Out on the coast where dreams are made
Where memories last and people fade The ocean calls out with its ever present waves Is there a chance this can be saved? The beach it does serve the surfer's delight Stretching for miles, no end in sight Not easy to track the wrong and the right Especially once doth come on the night But, like all cities, tis just filled with people With no desire to bring out true evil Just to be good and most familial Rising and living with a happy zeal Sunshine blesses through most of the seasons For past wrongs, of course there were reasons All deserve a second lease on In the past, none can stay frozen So move along in the California sun Dream a dream and smoke some fun But remember, Tis but a dream
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Douglas Karson
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